I sit high up a tree. Below, branches crackle and woodland
creatures crash frantically through the flames.
Love like a forest fire.
I clutch my tinderbox quite calmly
though the flames have reached my tree's
roots.
Because once you'd said you'd leap
through fire for me
So, little grasshopper. I'm waiting.
writing and art by Lisa Falzon 2011
i wish i had my grasshopper. lovely
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